The Road Of Life
While walking along the road of life
by Charlotte Ballard
Let one dream stand out.
It can hold you up
When living has got you down.
Let it be as tall as a mountain
Or as short as a summer rain.
Let it stand proudly by itself
Or be held in your hand.
A brazen thing that calls to itself
Or one that slips by unnoticed.
Fleeting as a dawn's early rays
Or as lasting as a road that stretches
From here to there.
Let it be proud and stand for you
For a man is known by his dreams.